Saturday, 30 October 2010

Love goes home to Paris

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It's more than a little strange, to my mind at least. I mean, there is so much new music to hear and yet something keeps dragging us back to old favourties, songs we have literally heard a thousand times before. As an example, I've been listening to a lot of Blueboy recently, as I stomp around Mount Florida in the nevereverstopping Glasgow rain and take a drink in this bar with some students after a conference that was, in essence, something of a fieldtrip. Just been thinking about Keith I suppose, wondering why all the good people seem to die young (he was only forty six years of age - and these days that seems like a cruelly young age to have to say goodbye). Fucking bastard cancer. In particular, I've had this track on repeat, and this version of it, to be precise. There is something about listening to Blueboy in the rain that just gets to me. It's a bit like my relationship with Slowdive (listening to them on deserted beaches in winter is the only way to hear them properly, if you ask me) and Belle and Sebastian as well (erm, it has to be bathtime!). Aye, well, whatever. It has been that kind of day, really. So, are you like me? Do you relish listening to your favourite bands in particular contexts and/or environments or am I on my own here and just a wee bit strange? I only ask because I'm curious. It's not a trick question or me trying to catch you out or anything like that. Do you insist that listening to 'Kid A' by Radiohead in the nude on Coldharbour Lane at 3.30am is the only way of fully appreciating their 'Kraut-art-rock' masterpiece? (er, it was a 'masterpiece', right?)

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oooh... slowdive on a freezing beach, most definitely (totally empty too but for the wind and the waves). For me, Four Tet in the misty hills, Radiohead in soft lighting with wine and Clearlake on a late autumn evening suburban street, with a chill in the air and the last brushstroke of blue in the sky. any more for any more?

Yes, K. Will Stratton late at night whilst wondering out loud about Hipster scoring points. Weep. Am with you on Radiohead, though I would try and mix with misty hills as well, if possible to obtain soft lighting in such an environment without it being a bit too Blair Witch...

The Smiths, after a day spent alone with my own thoughts, just to hear Morrissey be even more miserable than I can manage. Drifting off to sleep to Meat is Murder or The Queen is Dead is a fitting end.

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Although, arguably, the jury is still out, many of us obsessing and writing about music do believe that just like in posh supermarkets if you put little squares-with-sticks of interesting cheese out on display at the deli counter then folks passing by will, indeed, "try and buy". It's the same format here. If you like what you hear then please buy stuff and support the artist, whether it's a CD, a 'download', a concert ticket or an ill-fitting T-shirt. All the MP3 files are time-sensitive and available for a short-time only. All images are my own, with the exception of a few captured stills from films or TV shows I enjoy. If you hold copyright and would prefer me to remove any files or images that, well, transgress then please just ask.

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